Chapter 254

Chapter 248

The ceremony concluded.

The young Taoist in his mind had many questions he wanted to ask. He turned his head to look at his master and noticed a strange flush on his master's face.

This master of his was truly a teacher and a father figure.

Throughout his life, his master had always appeared indifferent and carefree, like the portraits of those ancient masters hanging on the wall.

This was the first time he felt such a clear sense of worldliness from his master.

"Master, which Dragon King is he?"

The young Taoist was young and didn't like to read the scriptures in his own Taoist temple's scripture pavilion. He preferred looking at story-like records.

In many stories, the "Dragon King" would be mentioned. He once marveled that this "Dragon King" could live for such a long time. Regardless of the dynasty or period, there were records of him suppressing powerful evil spirits.

Later, he only learned from his master that Dragon King was a title, but this title couldn't be self-proclaimed; it had to be recognized by the Heavenly Way.

Each generation of Dragon King was an outstanding individual of their era, leaving behind their own stories and legends in the Jianghu.

However, his master didn't answer this question. Instead, he took off the meditation mat he carried with him, placed it on the ground, and sat cross-legged.

"Disciple, come over."

The young Taoist nodded, also took the meditation mat from his back, placed it diagonally behind his master, and sat on it.

"Disciple, calm your mind and comprehend, listen to the transmission of the Dao."

After speaking, his master closed his eyes.

The young Taoist also closed his eyes.

At first, there was no feeling at all. And because of this special environment, the young Taoist couldn't even enter meditation.

But gradually, the young Taoist noticed that something in his mind seemed to have changed.

However, for a while, he couldn't pinpoint exactly where.

This feeling was somewhat tormenting and made him feel very insecure.

He forced himself to open his eyes, leaned forward, and looked at his master. He saw his master with closed eyes and a smile on his face, deeply immersed. This was definitely not a Daoist entering meditation.

The uneasy feeling grew stronger and stronger. The young Taoist held his head in his hands. Now, he felt as if someone was reaching into his mind and fiddling with something.

Finally, he discovered the change. It originated from a distortion of some established knowledge.

He recalled the scene when he was young, when his master first brought him into the sect and taught him the sect's martial arts.

Although our sect was small and had been single-line inheritance for many generations, it was considered to have a long history in Qingcheng Mountain, and our ancestors were even from an orthodox Daoist sect.

Therefore, the initial martial arts emphasized establishing the foundation, shaping muscles and bones, and accumulating righteous energy. It was actually just about adjusting to a better physical state to help you better comprehend and learn Daoist classics.

But now, when recalling this memory, his master's demonstration had become fierce and abnormal, and the oral formulas described had also completely changed.

The momentum was even grander, and the formulas and mental methods were even more profound. The young Taoist could clearly feel that this set, compared to his sect's inheritance, was advanced and refined by who knows how much.

But if someone taught him this face-to-face, the young Taoist would thank the other party and perform a teacher's ritual.

They could also give him some secret manuals to study and comprehend, even if it cost him a lot of effort.

He really couldn't accept this kind of forced modification of his own memory.

Because he always cherished the memories of his entry into the sect. His mother died in the accident of giving birth to him. He lived with his grandfather and grandmother from a young age. He only knew that his father would quietly come at night when he was asleep at certain intervals, leaving some money and food.

It wasn't until his grandfather and grandmother were old and their health wasn't good, and they couldn't raise him anymore, that they said they would let his father take him away.

He was reluctant to leave his grandfather and grandmother, but full of expectation for his father. This was an extremely normal reaction for a child.

His father came, wearing a Taoist robe. This was the first time he had seen his father.

But when he shouted "father," his father told him to call him "master" instead.

His father said this was the rule.

In short, he really enjoyed the memories he shared with his father. He couldn't allow these memories to be modified.

The young Taoist stood up, wanting to reach out and shake his master to wake him up. But as soon as he approached his master, his master turned his face, his eyelids slightly lifted, revealing an unsettling light in his eyes.

This was absolutely not his master, and even less his father.

"Ah!!"

The young Taoist's scream rang out. He ran outside regardless of everything.

His master then withdrew his gaze and continued to show the same smile and immersed expression as before.

After a long time, his master seemed to have finished. He stood up, faced the ice-sealed black pool, and bowed again.

"Many thanks, Dragon King."

Subsequently, he began to pack up the things on the ground. When picking up the small meditation mat, his master couldn't help but sigh:

"This child, truly shallow blessed."

Although our sect is also an orthodox Daoist sect inheritance, it has already declined. Even if some classics are still there, but without enough people to research and teach, they are ultimately just a pile of dead books, gathering dust.

Besides, even if the scenery of our sect's peak time in the ancestors' records is magnificent, how can it compare to the personal transmission of the Dragon King himself?

"Crack..."

This time, the sound was clearer. A stone stele had already broken through the ice surface, revealing a small section.

His master looked at the first character on the stone stele, and the excitement in his eyes grew even stronger, because this was a surname.

He had heard of this surname.

In the Jianghu, it wasn't uncommon for Dragon Kings to be born from humble beginnings, or even to appear like meteors, achieving the title of Dragon King and then quickly disappearing.

However, there were some sects whose inheritance was so strong that they could continuously produce Dragon Kings. If not this generation, then the next, and if not the next, then the one after that. Regardless, they could always continue intermittently.

The surname in front also represented a Dragon King sect.

His master solemnly opened his mouth:

"The invitation I have sent out, according to your request, the 'Seal Demon Conference' will open five days from now.

I just don't know how many families from Qingcheng will attend with invitations."

He paused, then his master spoke again: "I know you deliberately let me see this surname. I also expect that when you fully awaken, I can, with the identity of your disciple, return to the sect and enter the Dragon King sect."

After explaining this, his master left with his belongings.

This was the first time he had brought his disciple in, but his disciple's performance had greatly disappointed him.

The entrance and exit was a water curtain waterfall.

The prohibition was clearly still there, yet there was no sign of his disciple. On the water surface, only a child's Taoist robe was floating.

His disciple had left this place.

"Because of his blood relationship with me, did the prohibition here open up a way for him?"

His master stepped into the water curtain and walked out of here.

He thought his disciple would return to the sect first, but when he opened the sect's array and walked up the steps, he found that the array here had not been opened midway. This meant that his disciple had not returned to the sect after leaving that place.

"Truly a useless thing."

After putting his things back, his master walked out again, closed the door, and walked away. He gradually went far, and the Taoist temple gate behind him also gradually dissipated, returning to the mountain forest scenery.

He came to a village at the foot of the mountain, where his secular wife's parents lived.

The house door was tightly closed and locked.

There were several handprints on the lock, which should have just been picked.

At this time, a neighbor next door, who was going to the toilet at night, yawned as he came out of the latrine. Seeing this scene, he just shouted:

"The old man had a stroke and was hospitalized. The old lady went to the hospital to take care of him. Just now, Jingjing came back and knocked on the door. I told him. You are his master, right? I heard the old people say that Jingjing followed his master into the mountain to become a Taoist."

Jingjing was the young Taoist's name. He followed his mother's surname and was called Chen Jing.

His master nodded, turned around, and left.

...

In the guesthouse, Tan Wenbin leaned on the bed, holding a book in his hand.

He lived in a standard room, but no one was willing to share a room with him. He also told the front desk that they didn't need to arrange people to clean the room during his stay, fearing they wouldn't have time to open the window for ventilation and would freeze the cleaning aunt.

Ordinary cold air was one thing, but this ghostly cold air could cause ordinary people to have bad luck for a while if contaminated.

This was also one of the reasons why Tan Wenbin didn't have much real contact with his parents and Zhou Yunyun in Nantong before. Now, the jinx in front of him probably thought he was too unlucky.

However, the next bed wasn't empty either. It was padded with cardboard, and on top of it was a swept old Taoist. Runsheng was afraid the preservation effect wouldn't be good enough, so he specially opened the fertilizer bag and let his half-head be exposed to breathe.

Tan Wenbin would sometimes take water from the bedside table to drink and turn his head to have a face-to-face with the old Taoist sleeping in the next bed.

He felt that his companions were becoming more and more twisted, and the work they did was getting more and more heavy-handed.

But then he thought again, he himself wasn't much better now. With such a person on the next bed, he could still eat and sleep as usual, completely unaffected.

So, Xiao Yuan ge was still far-sighted.

After walking the Jianghu for so long, the human side was increasingly erased. Tan Wenbin now quite missed the warmth of holding Zhou Yunyun in his arms and the spiciness of being whipped by Director Tan.

These could quickly pull him back to reality and make him feel that he was still a person.

"Squeak..."

The door was being pushed. There was a prohibition set by Zigan on the door.

"Bin ge, it's me."

Tan Wenbin gently hooked his fingers, and the door opened. Lin Shuyou walked in.

Lin Shuyou's face was a little sweaty, and he felt a bit floaty as he walked in.

Tan Wenbin asked seriously: "Did you needle?"

Lin Shuyou scratched his head: "Couldn't hold back, just did two."

Next, Lin Shuyou picked up his notebook and began to narrate the events of tonight.

Just as he started, Tan Wenbin interrupted him: "Wait, did you report to Xiao Yuan ge?"

"Not yet. I mainly made a decision on my own and wanted to let Bin ge help me see if this decision is right or if there are any oversights."

"So, you came back now, didn't report to Xiao Yuan ge, but came to report to me?"

"Um."

"What do you take me for, the Department of Ceremonies?"

"Ah, I originally wanted to knock on Xiao Yuan ge's room door directly, but Tongzi suggested I come to Bin ge first."

"Hehe."

"Then shall I, now go find Xiao Yuan ge?"

"Help me into the wheelchair, let's go together."

"Okay, Bin ge."

Lin Shuyou pushed Tan Wenbin out and knocked on Xiao Yuan ge's room door.

"Enter."

They pushed the door open and went in. Lin Shuyou reported the things that happened in the evening.

After listening, Tan Wenbin, sitting in the wheelchair, said: "Don't say, this three-eyed woman has really good luck. What was that Gu woman called last time, mountain girl or saint girl?"

Lin Shuyou: "Her name seems to be mountain girl. Saint girl is her identity. Gu woman is her profession."

Tan Wenbin: "Whatever, she's probably his consumable again. This guy is a complete渣男(zhānán)."

Lin Shuyou nodded: "Yes, that's right."

Li Zhuyuan: "Xu Ming was originally Zhao Yi's underling thug. Now he has been modified by Zhao Yi to be a team defense role. This shows that the team has absolute strength in the attack aspect. That pair of twins cannot be underestimated."

Tan Wenbin: "Xiao Yuan ge, I'm curious, how is it such a coincidence that we met him again this time? There are clearly so many people walking the Jianghu with a lamp."

Li Zhuyuan: "The first time with the old hag, Zhao Yi could appear because his family ancestor initially suppressed the old hag.

Last time in Lijiang, it was because Zhao Yi had a problem with his heart at that time. He was trying to survive, so he got involved in cause and effect ahead of time to seek Jianghu merit to prolong his life.

I think this time there should also be some specific reason.

Moreover, from A You's narration, we can see that Xu Ming's change is very big.

Although not comparable to us in terms of absolute power amplification, this change amplitude should not be the normal rhythm."

Tan Wenbin: "Xiao Yuan ge, you suspect that the three-eyed guy has increased the frequency of walking the Jianghu?"

Li Zhuyuan nodded: "That's right. Last time in Lijiang, he already showed that since he succeeded, he might become greedy and continue high-frequency gambling."

In short, when others have a rest period between two waves, he, Zhao Yi, doesn't want it. As soon as one wave ends, he immediately deliberately pulls cause and effect and forcibly opens the next wave.

Tan Wenbin: "This guy can indeed do this kind of thing."

He can be flexible and ruthless to himself. Although he teases, he must never be underestimated.

Li Zhuyuan: "So A You did well this time. This hit is very good. It makes him recognize the gap again in advance and lays a good foundation for the upcoming cooperation."

Thinking of the construction site workers who were all marked that day, Li Zhuyuan felt a headache. Such a large-scale spread indeed required more manpower to participate.

Tan Wenbin: "Then we need to actively contact him?"

Li Zhuyuan: "No need. First, there is no urgent need at present. Second, he should have his clues over there. Merging ahead of time will result in some loss."

Then, Li Zhuyuan looked at Lin Shuyou again: "How long will it take for your body to recover?"

Lin Shuyou: "Just two needles, two days are enough to recover."

Before, after needling, he had to rest in bed for at least half a month. Now, although he looked a bit overdrawn, he could walk and move, and it only took two days to fully recover.

The True Monarch system is really good for the True Monarch himself.

After the discussion ended, the others returned to their rooms. Li Zhuyuan covered himself with a quilt and started sleeping.

The young man's biological clock was very stable. He woke up very early.

Yin Meng knocked on the door and delivered breakfast.

And said that Runsheng was still sitting in that breakfast shop, eating bowl after bowl of douhua. The douhua was both fragrant and cheap, and Runsheng couldn't put down his chopsticks.

After saying that, Yin Meng said faintly: "Actually, making douhua is not difficult, and it's also suitable with meals."

Li Zhuyuan continued to eat buns and drink soy milk, not responding.

Yin Meng shrugged: "Xiao Yuan ge, I was just joking."

Li Zhuyuan: "I know. This is Wu Xin's business card. Go give him a call and ask him to come early."

"Okay, Xiao Yuan ge."

Wu Xin came on his three-wheeled motorcycle, also bringing a big bag of breakfast.

Fortunately, Runsheng came back in time. Li Zhuyuan just asked Wu Xin to give the breakfast to Runsheng.

Although Runsheng ate many bowls, he hadn't eaten enough. His original intention was to indulge himself for once and simply finish all the douhua in the boss's store today.

But the boss was unwilling to sell to him anymore. It wasn't worth delaying the business of old customers for a suddenly appeared stranger.

"You all get up really early." Wu Xin took out a cigarette, hesitating a bit.

Li Zhuyuan: "Go ahead."

"Okay, thanks." Wu Xin lit the cigarette. "You're the top scorer in the college entrance examination?"

Li Zhuyuan: "Every year in every province there is one."

"Why does the top scorer in the college entrance examination do our line of work?" Wu Xin immediately explained, "What I mean is, there should be better places, right? Our line is still too difficult."

"Because I like it."

Initially, he just felt that water conservancy engineering and salvaging corpses were a good match. Facts proved that it was indeed the case. Xue Liangliang could now give him some clues about the 'release' wave.

"Then shall we go to the hospital now?"

"Not urgent." Li Zhuyuan pointed to the edge of the bed. "You sit down first. I'll check your body."

"Me." Although Wu Xin didn't understand, he still obediently sat down.

The longer he had contact with this young man, the more naturally he would listen to his words. You know, in the unit, he was known for his bad temper.

Li Zhuyuan flicked Wu Xin's forehead three times with his fingers, then pressed red mud on his fingertip and drew a pattern on his forehead. After ensuring that he had suppressed his own consciousness, Li Zhuyuan closed his eyes and operated the black skin book's secret technique, forcibly entering Wu Xin's consciousness.

In Wu Xin's statement seen last night, when the 'petroleum' erupted, he stood on the periphery. Although some of his body was splashed, it wasn't much.

If his memory had also been modified, then it could almost be proven that all the workers on site at that time could not escape.

Reading memories is equivalent to feeling a person's first half of life. Too many joys and sorrows will become a burden.

Li Zhuyuan once again 'came to' Li Sanjiang's home, went upstairs, and pushed open his own room door.

On the table, on the ground, were all books. The main body himself was truly studying hard.

Knowing that this 'heart demon' him had come, the main body didn't even lift his head, still buried in reading.

Main body: "Put the garbage at the door. I'll handle it later."

Li Zhuyuan: "Good."

Main body: "Why waste energy? Just kill that group of workers. Upholding the righteous path always requires someone to sacrifice themselves. Heavenly Way can understand."

Li Zhuyuan: "Continue reading your book."

The main body lifted his head at this time. He picked up the book in his hand. It was unexpectedly 'Walking Jiang Behavior Norms'.

Only, Li Zhuyuan's one was just a small booklet, and he hadn't even used half of it yet. The one in the main body's hand was like a thick large brick, like a dictionary.

Main body: "Sometimes, don't think about keeping your hands too clean. With some blood and some dirt, it might like it more."

Li Zhuyuan: "Is this your research result?"

Main body: "Temporary."

Li Zhuyuan: "Temporary mutual benefit cooperation and permanent selling yourself as a slave are still different."

Main body: "Indeed, you are right. But you are still restrained, because as long as you have enough ability, a contract can be torn up."

"Bang!"

Li Zhuyuan closed the door. The main body said that he would not launch a counterattack against him temporarily, but he had never stopped laying the groundwork.

This moment, Wu Xin's memory had already been read.

However ingenious the technique, it cannot completely cover the repaired traces. Memory is also the same.

In a segment of Wu Xin's memory, Li Zhuyuan saw a disorder, another disorder during the construction site incident.

This meant that Wu Xin's memory for such a long time had been intercepted and put back.

In short, if the other party wanted to, they could easily take away this segment, making Wu Xin instantly forget everything in the past. And on this basis, casually fill in a segment of memory, and Wu Xin could quickly become another person.

Li Zhuyuan's previous guess was confirmed at this moment. The other party had truly made the most extreme backup plan.

In reality, the young man opened his eyes.

Wu Xin was still closing his eyes. Li Zhuyuan first wiped away the red mud on his face, then knocked on his brow twice. Wu Xin's head drooped and he fell asleep.

Li Zhuyuan sat on the next bed and waited. Half an hour later, Wu Xin woke up.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have stayed up late last night. I actually fell asleep."

"No matter, we'll go to the hospital."

Runsheng had a satisfying breakfast this morning and was now sitting on the long chair at the entrance of the guesthouse, basking in the sun.

Many people passing by came to chat with him. After confirming that his accent was not local, they immediately added a sentence: Are you from the Northeast?

Actually, Runsheng's physique was considered unusual even in the Northeast.

The front desk girl of the guesthouse was very enthusiastic towards Runsheng, proactively brought him water, also brought fruits to treat him, and deliberately sat on the long chair, wanting to chat more with Runsheng.

Li Zhuyuan and Wu Xin came downstairs and just happened to see Yin Meng standing at the door, using Sichuan-Chongqing dialect to call Runsheng to go to a small store nearby to buy things for her.

That girl's face was embarrassed. She first stood up and left the long chair, returning to her work post.

Then, Yin Meng's face sank, looking at Runsheng.

Runsheng was very innocent. He had really just finished eating well and was sitting there digesting.

"Runsheng ge, come with me to the hospital."

"Okay!" Runsheng immediately stood up and said to Yin Meng again, "Urgent? If it's not urgent, I'll come back and bring it to you."

Yin Meng: "No need, I'll buy it myself. You protect Xiao Yuan ge."

"Ai, good."

Yin Meng turned to go to the hotpot restaurant next door. Earlier, she had paid and asked the boss to help boil medicine. Now that the medicine was boiled, she carried two bowls of medicine back to the guesthouse upstairs.

She gave one bowl to Lin Shuyou first, and then took the remaining bowl to Tan Wenbin's room.

Tan Wenbin held a straw and drank the medicine himself.

Yin Meng stood by the bedside and suddenly laughed, saying: "Just downstairs, there was actually a little girl hitting on Runsheng."

"Gulp gulp!"

Tan Wenbin's mind worked fast. He laughed so hard that gas went through the straw and flipped several bubbles in the bowl.

Yin Meng: "You also find it funny, right?"

Tan Wenbin wiped his mouth and said: "Actually, Runsheng's appearance is not bad. Li Deye once said that in the pre-liberation period, Runsheng could be picked by a landlord family to be a live-in son-in-law."

Although Runsheng eats a lot, he also works a lot. He says very few words.

It's just that now life is good, and people with decent clothes and decent jobs are more popular. Runsheng's image when he was following Shan Deye was indeed shabby.

Now, everyone walking the Jianghu wears customized clothes, mountaineering suits with leather boots. This set of clothes is fashionable and avant-garde even in big cities.

Yin Meng: "Then let him continue to be a live-in son-in-law."

Tan Wenbin: "Mengmeng, this medicine was boiled at the hotpot restaurant next door, right?"

Yin Meng: "Even if I boil it myself, I wouldn't dare to let you drink it."

Tan Wenbin: "Next time tell the boss, just boil the medicine, don't put vinegar in."

Yin Meng: "Hehe."

Tan Wenbin finished drinking the medicine and lay on the bed: "Okay, you're out now. How many people have whistled at you to salute?"

Yin Meng: "I'm just chatting with you. What are you talking about?"

Tan Wenbin: "I'm also just chatting with you. What did you think?"

At this time, Lin Shuyou walked in holding a big phone: "Bin ge, Zhou Yunyun's call. Should I answer it?"

"Answer it. There's nothing today."

Tan Wenbin took the big phone and was about to press the button to answer. Looking at Lin Shuyou and Yin Meng standing in front of the bed, he asked: "What, do you want to stay here to observe and learn?"

...

Runsheng also wanted to experience the side seat of the three-wheeled motorcycle. In this year's films and TV shows, devils typically rode this motorcycle, and the devils sitting here would necessarily have a machine gun mounted.

It's just that the space in this position was a bit small, and Runsheng couldn't squeeze in, so he had to regretfully give up.

The wind in Dujiangyan was very gentle and comfortable. Li Zhuyuan thought while looking at the street view.

Logically, he had already obtained enough important clues on this line. Anyway, all the workers on site were marked at that time. Now going to treat those three didn't seem to have much meaning.

However, regarding the principle of completing the wave walk process, Li Zhuyuan still decided to go once.

Perhaps, after finishing the small process, new process clues would appear.

They came to the small western-style building behind the hospital again. Wu Xin asked who to treat first. Li Zhuyuan asked Wu Xin to arrange the three people in the same ward.

The treatment process could not be disturbed from outside. Wu Xin nodded in agreement and left the ward, but he was curious and wanted to peek through the door. Then he saw Runsheng standing at the door, smiling at him.

Wu Xin took out a cigarette pack: "Brother, want a smoke?"

Runsheng shook his head, took out a silver box from his pocket, opened it, and took out a "cigar" from inside.

Runsheng's cigars were always made by Aunt Liu. Li Sanjiang's family also sold incense. Because its quality was really good, although the price was a bit expensive, it sold well.

At first, the shape of this thick incense was a bit too simple. Later, Yin Meng personally selected the wrapping for it, then collectively rounded the ends, and then cut an 'x' shaped opening.

This made the thick incense, which originally looked like a cigar, completely indistinguishable from a real cigar. This could greatly reduce the strange looks Runsheng received when he was outside, especially when eating.

Currently, not many people in the country smoke cigars. Domestic brands haven't caught up yet, and import channels are few. Most people have only seen them on TV. Wu Xin said curiously: "Brother, give me a puff?"

Runsheng handed the "cigar" to him.

...

In the ward, a new round of memory reading had already begun.

Li Zhuyuan 'came to' the upstairs of his home again and pushed open the room door.

Main body: "Next time you can concentrate the garbage when you throw it."

Li Zhuyuan: "It's a handy thing."

Main body: "It doesn't matter if you suffer a little."

Li Zhuyuan: "I have to ensure my state is good."

Main body: "There's no need to completely restore the memories of those three people. You can save some energy. Anyway, it's just for walking this process."

Li Zhuyuan: "Next time you can pretend not to know I've come. After all, few people like to chat for a while every time they throw garbage."

He closed the door.

Li Zhuyuan began to destroy and reshape their memories at the same time. The difficulty was not as great as imagined. After all, the three correct answers were right next to them. They had just been written in the wrong positions.

By the time the treatment was finished, it was already afternoon. The three patients were squeezed on the same bed, sleeping.

When they woke up, they all recovered to normal.

Li Zhuyuan felt a little dizzy in his head. It wasn't to the point of being overdrawn, but it was close.

Compared to the one who completed hundreds of such workloads in a short time, this was enough to show how terrifying it was.

Therefore, Li Zhuyuan had to consider a possibility, which was whether this ability was innate, belonging to a racial talent.

For example, the initial dream ghost, it could create such a vast dream realm, not relying on mental power cultivated later.

He pushed open the door and walked out of the ward.

"Puff!"

Runsheng opened a can of Jianlibao and handed it over.

Li Zhuyuan drank the beverage and asked: "Where's Wu Xin?"

Runsheng: "Gastric lavage."

Li Zhuyuan: "You let him smoke the incense?"

Runsheng: "Um, he wanted to peek."

Li Zhuyuan: "Oh."

Although gastric lavage was painful, Runsheng's incense was special. Overall, the benefits outweighed the harm, helping to clean and detoxify, especially for smokers.

"Go find him and say something."

"Okay."

Li Zhuyuan and Runsheng left the small western-style building and came to the front hospital building.

In a ward.

Xu Ming was in a full body cast, lying on the bed.

Sun Yan sat by the bedside taking care of him.

Zhao Yi and the twin sisters stood on the balcony of this floor, enjoying the few remaining cigarettes.

Before, Young Master Zhao, with the seam of life and death open, was like someone with osteomalacia, walking like a weak willow supporting the wind, like a slender Yangzhou horse.

Now, after his body recovered to normal, even if he didn't change his clothes, standing there, he had the elegant demeanor of an ancient nobleman, just lacking a handkerchief to cough up a mouthful of blood.

To attract the attention of the opposite sex, inner qualities are important, but outer appearance is absolutely essential. Otherwise, you might not even have a chance to show your inner qualities.

Liang Yan: "Must come to the hospital?"

Liang Li: "Clearly brought medicine."

Zhao Yi: "After hospital treatment, injury recovery can be shortened from five days to three days. This is the key. Walking the Jianghu requires meticulousness.

Before in Lijiang, Mr. Li calculated his underling's injury by pinching his fingers twice. Don't say, he really calculated it right."

Liang Yan: "You always mention him. Is he really that powerful? Even a proper Dragon King family wouldn't make you admire them so much."

Liang Li: "We want to see him. We're very curious."

Zhao Yi: "Sigh, it's just that. He's nothing more than someone with a smarter brain than people his age, can skip grades, and acts like an old man."

At this time, Zhao Yi slowly exhaled a smoke ring, his posture lazy, his eyes misty...

His eyes immediately were no longer misty, but widened more and more, because in his vision, he saw the young man standing sideways facing him in the hospital corridor.

The world's morals have really declined and people's hearts are not ancient. How is it that this year, everyone likes to go out and hide their aura!

Actually, Zhao Yi himself was also hiding his aura, but he felt that his hiding of aura was correct. That young man suddenly popped out after hiding his aura, which was just a bit scary!

Zhao Yi fiercely threw the cigarette in his mouth to the ground. He understood who had beaten Xu Ming!

He had been puzzled last night. He felt that his analysis was correct. The other side showed an intention to pave the way for cooperation, but the problem was that the other side only sent a stalker, definitely not a team's decision-maker.

Therefore, in a sudden encounter, the person responsible for stalking within a team could unexpectedly make a decision on his own, paving the way for cooperation. This was just a little too weird!

But if such a thing happened in the young man's team, it would be simply too normal. The one who treated a ghost as a son had called himself 'external captain' several times.

It was truly unbearable! Not only was that young man used to suppressing himself, but even his underlings had unexpectedly developed this habit!

But even though he was angry, Zhao Yi still raised his hand and waved in the young man's direction, as if greeting an old friend:

"Xiao Yuan!"

The young man stood there, still facing sideways, not even turning his head once.

You...

Zhao Yi took a deep breath, waved again, and shouted:

"Xiao Yuan~~~~~ ge."

The young man still didn't react.

Too much!

Zhao Yi stepped away from the balcony and walked towards the young man. He had only walked halfway when Zhao Yi woke up. Something was wrong.

Young Master Zhao immediately slowed down and changed direction, circling to the young man's back and protecting the young man in front of him.

Then, following the young man's gaze, he looked forward.

At the ward door ahead,

Stood a big and a small Taoist.

The older Taoist was pulling the young Taoist, and the young Taoist was resisting.

"Come back with master."

"No, master, I won't go back with you, I just won't go back! I want to stay here with my grandfather and grandmother, you don't take me away!"

"Be obedient, come back with master."

"Master, I beg you, let me stay and accompany them. The doctor said grandfather won't make it soon, really."

"That is his fate."

"That is my grandfather!"

There were many Taoist temples here, so encountering someone wearing a Taoist robe was not rare. A master or father pulling someone in the hospital corridor was also common.

But as Zhao Yi's heart, the seam of life and death, beat violently, the figure of that young Taoist changed in his eyes.

That young Taoist... is a demon!

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